Eric Schroeder´s “High Low” continues his West Coast daydreaming through a lens cracked just enough to let in the golden light and the ghosts. The song is a sun-baked strummer drifting between vulnerability and wry resolve, like a postcard from a dusty roadside altar. Schroeder’s crisp, aching tenor navigates emotional switchbacks with poetic ease, turning life’s small oscillations into something mythic.
